A Poeture Speaks a Thousand Words
Old Hag Crossing Bridge
Red cherry blossoms bloom
Opening vistas of past history
emerging from the morning mist
and from the mists of past memory
of events long gone but not forgotten
Old hag crossing bridge
leaving past behind
Bridge of mid-life crossed
Old Bag carries bag
She is bag lady
Photographer is poet
words are in her lens
but she is speechless
and cannot form words
So wordsmith articulates
visual poetry in photo
of Chinese photographer
She is pleased
she loves wordsmith
She knows what words are worth
from this modern day Wordsworth.
They are romantics he and she
She says she belongs the past
That is what the bridge is for
it links past with future
Never turn your back on the past
It might catch up with you
on the other side of the bridge
Some call it karma
You can't escape
The past follows you
You think you are old
but your steps shorten
like those of a child
and you walk with a cane
Life is a circle
like a snake eating its tail
We go back to the beginning
and start over again
The cycle of births and deaths
is unremitting and relentless
re-embodied souls in different bodies
But there is always a bridge
linking past and future
called the evolution of the soul
